critical

As the sound from the radio station disappeared, Yang Shuhui's heart also sank to the bottom. Apart from the heartbeat, there was only the thumping sound of the electric appliance after it entered the water.

"Brother Yang? Officer Yang!"

Yang Shuhui came back to his senses in shock, and pressed his ears: "Enen. What did you say?"

He looked in the direction Yan Ji pointed, the figure of the iron tower was blurred in the rainstorm, Ying Ying Zhuo Zhuo looked like a thin, tall and treacherous giant, dark clouds gathered above its head, and lightning flashed frequently.

This distance is too close, it should be far away, far away.

The base station iron tower is built in the field, and it takes five or six minutes to walk along the muddy field ridge.Yang Shuhui visited several times: he discovered Qian Hong's body with Lao Wu, covered the scene with a plastic sheet in the rain, accompanied the captain of the criminal police team to investigate, and re-investigated with Jing Yuan.

Never have I been so uneasy like now.

Yang Shuhui: "It's too dangerous, let's withdraw first."

Yan Ji: "Can I use the radio to contact Director Ying?"

Yang Shuhui and Yan Ji spoke at the same time, a bolt of lightning struck, accompanied by the sound of thunder above their heads, their ears were buzzing, and they couldn't hear what the other said clearly.

Yan Deng felt extremely uneasy, and stretched out his hand to pull Yan Ji, but Yan Ji rushed out at this moment, running towards the direction of the iron tower.

Yang Shuhui put aside the sentence "you stay still", and ran after him.Just as he was about to call out to Yan Ji, he saw a white figure running towards the iron tower in front of Yan Ji.

Yang Shuhui was horrified. The only way to the iron tower in this direction was this concrete path, with dense cornfields on both sides, and the road could only accommodate one car. The three of us were stuck on the concrete path all the time. To the front?

The ridges are muddy, one foot deep and the other shallow, slippery and sticky.

In Yan Ji's heart, there were surprises and joys, and even more doubts, so he couldn't help shouting: "Teacher!"

Zhang Gongyu suddenly didn't hear it, Yan Ji didn't dare to chase anymore, and didn't dare not to chase, he kept on stepping, turned his head and glanced behind, it seemed that Yang Shuhui was rushing towards him in the rain.

"Brother Yang?"

"Brother Yang?"

"Brother Yang!"

Yang Shuhui woke up with a start. He stepped on the desk and slid half a meter away. He knocked over the stool and bumped the front desk. The iron feet of the desk rubbed against the concrete floor and made a shrill "Zi La" sound. The boys and girls around him all shut up, and the classroom was suddenly quiet. .

"What's the noise, it's so annoying." Yang Shuhui stroked his short hair, put his hands in his pockets and raised his legs.

The dogleg next to him laughed hehehe, and leaned in front of him: "Brother Yang, didn't you say to teach the guy in the first class a lesson today?"

Yang Shuhui snorted: "A group of nerds can't even fight."

Dogleg nodded again and again: "Yes, so the little brother below is not convinced."

The people next to him agree——

"It's not that we want Brother Yang to support us."

"Brother Yang, go and have a look, if you are free, you will be free."

Yang Shuhui's ears softened: "There's a lot of nonsense, let's lead the way."

No. [-] Attached High School is the best junior high school in the city. There are only three kinds of students who come to the school. Depending on their ability and grades, their families are rich and powerful, and special circumstances, the proportion of the number of students decreases in descending order.

It's not long since school started, and the mid-term exam is still far away. The building looks empty as soon as school ends on Friday, and there is no one in the playground in front of it.

Yang Shuhui led his little followers in their trouser pockets, and staggered into the ping-pong field blocked by the shade of trees. Before he got close, he saw a lot of people gathered around the corner, cursing and swearing to see if they were trying to block someone.

"Why are there other schools?" Yang Shuhui was not very happy, and walked to the side to sit on the table tennis table.

Just as the attendant was about to explain, someone shouted, "That kid is here."

Yang Shuhui turned his head to look over, and rolled his eyes: Damn dog eyes are blind, if you cut your hair short, you will be a boy?How can a boy be so handsome?I never hit girls.

Yang Shuhui moved his buttocks back to sit more steadily.

Yan Ji is wearing the improved version of the People's Liberation Army hair cut by his grandfather. His black hair is broken and a few curled up. He looks like a handsome boy in a manga, but he is still bad.

She had short sleeves with her collar crooked, the sleeves were rolled up to her shoulders, and a dirty football was hooked in her arms. She ignored Yang Shuhui and the others, and walked directly to the crowd of queens, with a displeased and impatient face. : "Which school do you belong to?"

The few people who were bullying were having fun: "Can you control it?"

Yan Ji threw up the football and kicked it, the football flew directly into the belly of the yellow-haired boy who was talking to him, only to hear a scream, the yellow-haired boy's face turned white and then red, he fell to the ground with his stomach in his arms, shivering with pain, Like an earthworm arching on the ground.

The football rolled back to Yan Ji's feet, and she stepped on it: "Dare to talk to me like that, you are tired of work."

Yang Shuhui was dumbfounded, yes.

The bullying team rushed to help Huang Mao, and someone pointed at Yan Ji and screamed: "It's him! It's him!"

The dog beside Yang Shuhui pointed at Yan Ji and yelled, "Brother Yang, this seems to be the one who made the appointment."

Yang Shuhui watched with enthusiasm: "Bullshit, I'm neither deaf nor blind."

There is already a fight over there.

Yang Shuhui has witnessed many group fights, but rarely ended. He is afraid of pain, and after a few times, he has a psychological shadow.His popularity and confidence in school are his father's money.

Yan Ji is very handsome in fighting, raising his hands and kicking his feet are all Lian Jiazi's momentum, ruthless and steady.

If three people were beaten to the ground in a row, no one cares about the "rules of the road".Huang Mao's eyes were red with anxiety, and he yelled "Brothers, come to me", and seven or eight young bad students surrounded him in a panic.

Yang Shuhui looked left and right to see the situation of the battle, but he was so angry that he cursed: "Dogs are worse than things."

The dogleg next to him didn't hear the direction of the wind: "Brother Yang, this kid is too annoying, so I just fired up my homework and got fucked by her. If I insist on meddling in my own business, I will beat someone..."

Yang Shuhui jumped off the table tennis table: "What nonsense."

"Brother Yang, hurry up, it's just that chick, she looks pretty good."

Yang Shuhui looked over impatiently, and saw a girl standing up from the corner of the wall. She was as thin as a newborn deer shown on TV. She stood up precariously with thin arms and legs, and her eyes were pitch black.

"Ah! Stop hitting!"

"Unfortunate!"

"Bleeding! Bleeding!"

Yang Shuhui was dizzy, and stepped forward to push the crowd away: "Get out of the way!"

The dazed bad students instinctively backed away, and Yang Shuhui squeezed to the front, so frightened that the dog's hair stood on end.

The corners of the cement table tennis table were stained with blood, dyeing the gray cement bright red. Yan Ji turned her back to the crowd, her back curled up into a trembling bow. She supported the table with one hand and covered her forehead with the other, dripping blood The thread tick-tock dripped out from between the fingers.

Yang Shuhui turned his stiff neck, and shouted towards the surroundings involuntarily with his tongue: "Call the old...call the doctor! Call 120! Call 120! Go and call the teacher! Go..."

"Oh!"

The suddenly slammed brick suppressed all his voice back into his throat, and the world suddenly became silent, only the sound of his violent breathing and blood flowing.

it hurts...

Yang Shuhui stretched out his hand to touch the side of his face, he flinched in pain when he touched his ear, spread his palm, his eyes were scarlet.

Yang Shuhui's entire profile seemed to be cut and split by blood, and several bloodstains snaked down, like a volcano erupting, and lava gushing out.He couldn't hear the sound of panic birds scattered around, he couldn't see the girl who fell to the ground opposite, his world suddenly died.

……

Yang Shuhui was stunned for a long time, then slowly lifted his long hair on the left side, and took off a miniature hearing aid.There was water in the hearing aid, no wonder I couldn't hear the sound.

can not hear……

deaf...

"Mr. Yang, we did our best."

"This hearing aid is the latest product, and you can be like a normal person with it."

"What are you wearing in your ears?"

"Stop listening to the song, I'm talking to you."

"They all talked about drawing money from your family before falling in love with the disabled."

"Police academy? You can't apply."

"Mr. Yang, you are a ten-year old customer, and you will get a [-]% discount on purchasing new hearing aids during the event."

……

Yang Shuhui raised his drowsy head and saw Yan Ji lying on the ground with golden branches growing from his shoulders.

that face...

How could I forget that face.

Dark clouds overwhelmed the city, torrential rain poured, and the day was like night.

Yan Deng's outstretched hand has not been retracted, Yan Ji and Yang Shuhui have disappeared from the front, and Lu Yanqi came with an umbrella, neat clothes and pants, full of smiles.

He stopped and focused his eyes on Yan Deng who was sitting firmly in the car: "I don't think you will be surprised, after all, he is a person who has mastered the extraordinary."

Raindrops splashed on the back of Yan Deng's hands, like crystal pearls resting on white jade.She took out the tissue paper and wiped it gently with her downcast eyes: "Isn't Hum's target her?"

Lu Yanqi smiled: "Humu's goal has always been her, but the goal of Humu God is you. Humu wants to grow, but Humu God wants to come here. Your abilities are different. Your extraordinary comes from The instant energy activated by Jiuding is the power to 'open the door' that God Humu wanted."

Yan Deng leisurely folded the napkin: "I heard a saying recently that the villain died from talking too much."

Lu Yanqi smiled and said, "As a god who was preached and worshiped before the birth of Christianity, He holds the authority over time and space, and there is no difference between a minute and an hour."

Lu Yanqi approached, tilting the black umbrella in his hand to cover Yan Deng from the rain: "Let's go, talk too much, I'm afraid she is really going to die."

Junior high school students on summer vacation are mad dogs out of the cage.

The Children's Palace during the summer vacation is a replica school.

Yan Ji walked up and down the corridor with his hands behind his back, receiving some supercilious looks from classroom teachers along the way, as well as countless envious and longing looks.

She is annoyed.

Of course, she was constantly in a state of fretfulness.She was annoyed that she was always irritable, always wanted to get angry for no reason, and was impatient.

Sometimes I have a good chat with others, and I feel disgusted for no reason.Obviously no one was talking, but I felt extremely noisy.The uncle I ran into greeted me with a smile, but suddenly felt nauseous, so I had to run away quickly.

It's hard to cover up and explain away for a minor.After a long time, she accepted the evaluation of the people around her: Yan Ji has a quick temper and a strange personality.

Well now, there is Yan Deng.

Yan Ji, like a little old man, with his hands behind his back, paced No. 30 five times and approached the director's office of the Children's Palace.

The door of the director's office opened, Yan Deng came out, turned around and bowed slightly: "Goodbye, Director Li."

Director Li followed behind her with a tangled expression: "Yan Deng, think again, this is a very good opportunity, Dianjin Group can fully sponsor it, and there will be no such good treatment for studying abroad at public expense in the future."

Yan Deng bowed slightly again: "Director Li, my goal is only Tsinghua University."

Yan Deng actually lied!

Yan Ji leaned against the wall, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he was secretly happy in his heart.

Director Li persuaded: "Tsinghua University can go back to China to study again. You don't have to worry at all. Dianjin Group pays special attention to education. Look at the super youth competition they organized this time. They have money. Before the city's physical examination, it cost hundreds of dollars. Wan, as expected of a foreign company.”

Director Li was spitting all over the place, seeing that repeated persuasion was fruitless, he could only shake his head and sigh, mumbling to talk to Yan Deng's parents, and then explaining about the Mathematical Olympiad competition, seeing that Yan Deng was quite confident, he let her go.

Yan Ji and Yan Deng walked side by side to the stairs, Yan Ji smiled triumphantly: "You're a liar! You told me last time that you can go to any school. Now you dare to lie to the teacher, amazing."

Yan Deng looked at the stairs, walking steadily step by step: "Maybe, I lied to you."

"How is it possible!" Yan Ji exclaimed.

Although there is no reason, she firmly believes that Yan Deng cannot lie to herself. She is very confident in this point, very!

Yan Deng looked back at her: "You have grown taller again."

Yan Ji stood on the stairs and smiled triumphantly, stroked his forehead back, and raised his chin: "Is he handsome?"

Yan Deng walked to the bicycle shed: "Tian Yuanhang, invite me to watch a movie. Lu Yan, invite me to the library..."

"Don't go!" Yan Ji rushed down the stairs, chasing behind Yan Deng, "What's so good about movies, it's better to watch cartoons at home, the library is even more boring, and I haven't read enough books in class."

Yan Deng pursed his lips and suppressed a smile.

Yan Ji followed behind, comparable to the curator Li who just spoke so earnestly.

The first class in the afternoon was not over yet, and there were only the two of them in the carport of the Children's Palace. Yan Jijiang Yan Deng kept silent, anxious: "Where are you going? To the cinema? Why not go to the library!"

Yan Deng also felt that going to the cinema is worse than going to the library: "Yes."

Yan Ji's eyes turned red immediately: "Go back by yourself!"

After Yan Ji finished pushing the cart, she was about to leave, but she forgot to open the lock, and almost fell to the ground with her and the cart. She pushed it in a hurry, and the bicycles in the shed overwhelmed each other, and fell down in a blink of an eye.

Yan Deng rushed to help them, and managed to save a few cars.

Yan Ji stayed for two seconds, lowered his head and helped the bicycles up one by one. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he suddenly raised his head: "Don't do it!"

Yan Deng didn't seem to hear it, he helped the car, and the bell of the car was turned on.

Yan Ji stepped forward and grabbed her wrist: "I've said it all, I don't want you to do it."

Yan Deng looked sideways at her.

The two faced each other, very close.Yan Ji could clearly see each of her eyelashes, the small mole at the end of her eye, the tip of her delicate nose, and her slightly parted pink lips...

It's only been a year, and the jade-white slender lotus root buds are stretched out, ready to bud.

It is very beautiful, very fragrant, and if you taste it, it must be very sweet.

Yan Ji was very hot, his mouth was dry, and he wanted to push Yan Deng away, but couldn't help but pull her closer, closer, closer.

Seeing her approaching, Yan Deng hurriedly lowered his eyes, staring helplessly at the beads on Yan Ji's necklace: "...I, I heard...your heartbeat."

Yan Ji's face turned red in a flash, the unexplained sourness fermented and swelled, and the unexplained desire had nowhere to vent.She clenched Yan Deng's left hand tightly, and then released it with difficulty, moving up a little bit tremblingly, and her fingertips touched the smooth skin from time to time.

Wrist, forearm, elbow...

Until he touched the cuffs, Yan Ji seemed to gain confidence, and his entire palm covered Yan Deng's shoulders. The thin cloth seemed to cover the unspeakable shyness. Yan Ji boldly closed his fingers carefully, and the girl's soft texture came from his fingertips. Elasticity, she gently stroked, kneaded, uncontrollably out of bounds.

The numbness from his neck made Yan Deng tremble involuntarily, and he hummed softly from his nose, "Mmm."

A surge of hot blood rushed to the top of her head, her ears were buzzing, Yan Ji couldn't help wanting more, her thumb was close to Yan Deng's fair and slender neck, caressing and provocatively teasing the weak veins.

Yan Deng panted harder and bit his lower lip hastily.

Yan Ji leaned close to Yan Deng's ear, wanting to tell her that she hummed so nicely that it made her heart itch and wanted to hear it again.

She swallowed a few times, her throat became hoarse when she spoke, her whole body was red and she didn't say anything.The scorching breath repeatedly tormented Yan Deng's earlobe, which also burned his cheeks red, and curled up his toes.

Yan Deng tightly clenched the corner of Yan Ji's T-shirt, bowed her head and dared not see anyone, a strange electric current flowed through her body, her panting trembled like flower petals being beaten by rain.Yan Deng tilted his head impatiently, avoiding the scorching heat lingering in his ears, and his lips brushed against the young girl's vigorous face as a matter of course.

It's soft, it's sweet, it's crispy.

It's itchy.

Itches on the apex of the heart that needs to be rubbed together to touch.

A girl of thirteen or fourteen is a flowering mimosa.No one moved, enjoying this moment of eternal, secret, and shameful revelry until the tide receded and the wind blew gently.

The bell for the end of get out of class came too early this time, which was annoying.

Yan Ji pushed the cart, Yan Deng followed behind.

She looked at it intently, and looked at it with the eyes of appreciating poetry: Yan Ji is like a single bamboo, wanton and knotted, thin and flexible, stretching towards the sky, growing randomly, surprisingly clean and beautiful, when she smiles, the sun is in her eyes.

It's her favorite look.

After leaving the Children's Palace and walking along the shade of trees for tens of meters, Yan Ji's footsteps became slower and slower, and the soles of his shoes almost rubbed against the ground.She looked first to the left, then to the right, and stepped on the bicycle with her legs up, resting her feet on the curb.

Yan Deng stepped forward and sat sideways on the back seat.

Yan Ji secretly cleared his throat: "Sit still."

Yan Deng grabbed the corner of her clothes.

Yan Ji hooked the pedal with his toes and turned half a circle, stepped on it: "Have you grasped it firmly?"

Yan Deng pursed his lips tightly, and wrapped his arms around Yan Ji's waist.Yan Ji slammed on his bicycle, and Yan Deng was caught off guard and leaned forward against Yan Ji's back.

It was very hot, and no one spoke.

The bicycle circled on the road for a long time, which made Yan Ji dizzy and confused.

When Yan Ji came home, Grandpa was sitting in the rattan chair in the living room, holding a small wooden box in his hand.She has seen her grandpa holding this box in a daze countless times since she was a child, but she has never known what is inside.

"Grandpa?" Yan Ji leaned over.

Grandpa protected the small wooden box, and saw that she was sweating profusely and her face was flushed: "Pi Hou, did you finish your homework?"

Yan Ji stepped back and sat on the sofa: "Oh, it's just a holiday, okay?"

Grandpa gave her a sideways look: "It's been almost a month. I don't do my homework, and I don't punch. I just know that I'm out in the wild, and I'm with the Yan family again."

Yan Ji put down the big teapot: "What, what, her name is Yan Deng, didn't you always praise her before, why is she so good, let me play with her more, what's the matter, Grandpa. You taught me to be reasonable , ahem, the party has discipline, and people must also have discipline..."

"Stop." Grandpa stood up from the rattan chair with the armrests on his back, with his hands behind his back, "I'm going to be annoyed to death by you."

Yan Ji turned behind his grandfather: "How would I know if you don't tell me."

Grandpa turned around and rubbed his granddaughter's head, sighed: "Do you remember that grandpa took you to the provincial capital to visit the grave?"

Yan Ji nodded again and again: "How can I not remember every year. What's the matter? What's the relationship between Dean Zeng and Yan Deng?"

Yan Ji stared wide-eyed, it could not be that Yan Deng killed Dean Zeng, Yan Deng was only so old.

Grandpa was stunned for a while, then shook his head: "It's nothing."

Yan Ji didn't know why, looking at his grandfather's increasingly hunched back, he felt a little worried and apprehensive, and scratched his hair in the middle of the living room: "Grandpa, don't you really want to tell me?"

Grandpa stood in the yard with his hands behind his back, holding the small wooden box. After a long time, he walked back to the room, sat on the bunk and carefully opened the wooden box.Inside the wooden box was an old note, written in elegant and rustic handwriting: My death has nothing to do with the driver.

After reading it repeatedly for a while, Grandpa let out a long sigh: "Oh."

Decades have passed in a flash, and the people back then almost died early, and even they themselves didn't live long.What happened in Jiuding has been going on for too long, and no one in Zijinshan air-raid shelter may know about it, so why bother children.

In the evening, there was a news broadcast on the TV, and the grandpa and grandson Xilihulu were eating noodles at the dinner table.

Grandpa suddenly put down his chopsticks: "Come with me to the provincial capital tomorrow."